He stared into the depths of the pool below him. It seemed unending and overwhelming. But he didn’t turn his gaze away despite his mind screaming for him to escape. His heart fell into the chasm and tumbled away from him and became free in the falling.
“Beautiful things don’t ask for attention” – The Secret Life of Walter Mitty
To be loved and seen. To be remembered. To resemble something familiar as you return to a room. To never feel forgotten.
The alchemist stood there looking into the fire. He knew over the moments to come, something new would emerge from the mixture he’d so carefully shaped. In time, there would be something new where nothing stood before. It was the only thing that made him whole.
Have no fear, my dear friend. Stand in the sunlight and in the rain. Love the wind and the raging fires. Be still and bear witness to all creation and taste its goodness. For with each moment, another precious grain tumbles through the emptiness to find its place in your heart. And with it, you […]
She looked up and saw him looking at her. She smiled at him. Her eyes locked on his for a moment and she smiled through her deep brown eyes and into his. His heart settled and his breath slowed. Her eyes held a sense of wonder. A simple curiosity that held no expectations. He stood […]
The night wrapped itself around him and he looked deep into the black sky. There were feint lights that resembled stars but he couldn’t be sure. He looked deeper still and looked for heaven and the sense of magical wonder it held. He breathed slowly as his gaze went deep into the blackness beyond him. […]
These two poems by Charles Bukowski are an antidote for malaise.